She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow And she sleeps in
Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train Till Stonemans Cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry
Well, I'm walkin' down the line Walkin' down the line I'm walkin' down the line My feet'll be a-flyin' To tell you about my troubled mind I got a heavy
Know I've been saying Thee something I have to prove I keep on going baby 'Cause if I stop now I'm bound to lose To the limit here we go From the bottom
(Traditional) She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow And
Oversættelse: Joan Armatrading. Bunden til toppen.
Oversættelse: Joan Baez. Lass fra de lave Land.
: (Traditional) She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
(Traditional) She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow